RUTHLESS MAFIA'S FEARLESS WIFE
In His Mansion~
Anabia
"So then do you intend to get involved with other women huh?"
His lips quirked up in a small smirk as he heard her sharp retort. He turned back to face her fully, leaning against the doorframe with a casual yet dominant air.
Amin
"Jealous already, wife?"
Seeing her lack of response, he pushed off the doorframe and walked back over to her, stopping just inches away. His eyes, dark and intense, bore into hers.
Amin
"Let me make one thing clear - I may not love you, but I also won't be unfaithful."
Anabia
"Just leave now,! "
He raised an eyebrow at her sudden dismissal, a small smirk playing on his lips. Without another word, he turned and exited the room, leaving her alone. But true to his word, later that evening his men arrived to pack up her belongings and move her into his mansion.
Anabia woke up in a massive bedroom, the early morning light filtering through the large windows. Turning over, she realized this wasn't her own bed. Suddenly, the door opened and Amin entered, already dressed in a tailored suit, his hair perfectly styled.
Anabia
"Mind your own business!"
Amin's smirk didn't waver at her cold response. He walked over to the window, adjusting the curtains slightly before turning back to her.
He approached the bed slowly and commanded softly.
Anabia
"I'm not your slave!"
Anabia
"Just leave me alone!
I want to sleep some more."
Amin watched Anabia bury herself deeper under the blankets, a small smile playing on his lips. He liked that she wasn't afraid to stand up to him. Most people trembled in his presence.
Amin said softly before turning to leave.
Amin
"But know this..."
"Tonight we have a dinner with my business partners. Be ready by seven."
With that, he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Anabia was left alone in the unfamiliar bedroom...
As the clock struck seven, Amin entered the bedroom, dressed impeccably in a black suit that hugged his muscular frame. He found her still in bed, ignoring his earlier command. Without a word, he walked over and gently lifted the blanket off her.
Anabia
"What time is it? "
He answered shortly, watching her rub her eyes sleepily. Her hair was messy from sleep, and she was dressed in his oversized t-shirt that barely covered her thighs. He swallowed hard, realizing that this was the most peaceful expression he'd seen on her face - like a baby angel.
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